I got pregnant on my 20th birthday. I was living with my boyfriend and it was not something we planned, but I was so happy. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I started taking care of myself. I quit smoking, didn't drink anymore, and started taking my vitamins. My pregnancy was a pretty easy one.
I was due to have my son on June 22. On Sunday, June 23rd, I started having contractions. We lived 5 minutes from the hospital and told myself I would not go to the hospital until I was sure I was REALLY in labor. So I stayed home, having contractions here and there starting at noon on Sunday. I took a shower and went to bed and kept waking up and timing my contractions. They got closer and stronger by the hour. Finally, at about 4 in the morning on Monday morning, June 24th, I was convinced that my contractions were strong enough and close enough together to go to the hospital. At this point they weren't really painful. They were just uncomfortable. I woke up my boyfriend and told him it was time. On the way to the hospital, my contractions stopped but I didn't want to tell him because I was afraid he'd be mad that I woke him up for no reason. He was abusive to me and I was afraid he would get angry.
We got to the hospital and they checked me in. I was, in fact, in labor. I was dilated to 4 cm. They hooked me up on the monitor and my boyfriend went back to sleep. I was not in a lot of pain, just discomfort. At about noon that day they came back and checked me again. I wasn't progressing very quickly. The doctor broke my water and then things got REALLY interesting. I was in so much pain. I remember being mad at the doctor for breaking my water.
I was having hard contractions for the next four hours. I was dilated all the way to 10 and the nurses kept asking me if I needed to push. I kept saying no. I had no desire to. I felt no pressure, just pain from the contractions.
The doctor came in several times to check me and even though I was at 10 - the baby had not dropped down and nothing was happening. They started to see his heart rate go down. I kept begging for an epidural. The small hospital I was at did not even have epidurals... so I got nothing. Finally, the doctor told me I would have to have a C-Section. I was relieved. I would have done anything to make the pain stop! They gave me something to stop the contractions so I would not have them while they gave me the spinal. Well, it didn't work and I was contracting hard during my spinal and they had to hold me still. It was the worst part!
The C-Section was not bad at all and the baby was out rather quickly! I remember the doctor saying "It's a BOY!" and I was so happy. I wanted a boy so badly. Then I was waiting for his cry and it seemed like it took forever. The doctor said the cord was around his neck and he wasn't dropping down because of that. He also had a bowel movement in the fluid when they broke my water and they were worried he would choke on it.
I remember them whisking him away and I was so sad. I never even knew what his apgars were. They were counting 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 and I thought they were counting fingers and toes but later found out they were counting their instruments so they didn't sew them up inside me.
I got to hold my baby a couple hours later - that was torture. I wanted him right away. He was beautiful and perfect and everything I ever wanted.
I am not 6 weeks away from giving birth to my second child. I am now happily married and not with the abusive father of my first child. My first child is now almost 9 years old! I feel like this is my first pregnancy all over again. This time I will have a scheduled C-Section and cannot wait to meet my new daughter, Lily. When I have her I will post her birth story!